learning from all the zombie movies she's watched before, the girl had her forearms and calves covered in thick layers of paper, held together by a secure roll of duct tape. she may look like an idiot but at least she'd be safe. unless they go for her thighs or biceps. then she's fucked cause the only thing covering those was a thin layer of clothing, which was surely not going to do anything.
her plan was to use her speaker (in which played music) and have it place itself at the end of the hallway. as the zombies were sensitive to sound, she was going to turn the volume up to a point where only the zombies at this floor would run to it.
she was on the top floor, so access to the roof would've been easy. unless that room already had zombies in it, which would only lead her to a dead end. so that's a no. she also told herself that she wouldn't waste time waiting for someone to save her, when she could grab a bus from the school garage/shed and drive through the zombies. she'd be able to get back to her home easily, and ensure her family was safe.
she just had to hope that her friends were as well.
the girl now had everything set. with her somewhat-armour on, her speaker on her hand, back pack carefully strapped to herself, she was ready for part A of her plan. which was to carefully roll the speaker at the end of the hallway, and lure majority of the zombies there. if she was able to fight off a horde of gang members all by herself, then some zombies would be no biggie. i mean, she also had a weapon now.
she had a black, lite air mask on, to muffle any sound that she may make in the process (maybe because she also didn't want inhale any of the zombie presence, or have its blood go into her mouth if that were the case. the zombie may have covid and she didn't want to catch that in the middle of this. safety precautions y'know?
the girl now stood in front of the door, trying to compose herself before she threw the item out. with a deep exhale, the girl had placed her hand on the door, about to open it. however, with the sound of the school speaker creating frequency, followed by the voice of a teacher she was all too familiar with.
"students and teachers of hyosan high..."
sae-bom widened her eyes, turning her eyes to the glass window. she watched as the zombies immediately ran towards the speakers, trying to grab it as it made some sort of sound.
"i'm park hyun-sa, the english teacher. something strange is happening within the school."
with her eyes still widened, she quickly darted her eyes at the speaker and phone in her hand, before looking back outside the window towards the hallway.
the zombies immediately caught attention of the speakers, as they all tried to claw it.
fuck her old plan. she had a new one now, and this one didn't have her losing her speaker.
"some students are attacking each other indiscriminately, so please flee and find a safe place."
as her phone and speaker were now inside her bag safely, she grabbed the spear that she made, and walked towards the door. the zombies were still pretty preoccupied with the speaker, so she just needed miss park to keep talking until she could find a safe room on the lower floors.
she had a time limit, though the only thing is, she didn't know when her time was ending, so she had to be quick.
opening the door quietly, the girl carefully slipped herself outside of that room, going past the zombies as miss park kept on talking.
"and if any student or faculty is able to, please call the police and the fire department."
"yes, keep talking miss park, keep talking..." she murmured softly, the speaker overlapping her voice, as she continued running silently.
"students, hide somewhere safe until help arrives."
sae-bom's steps were soundless as she hopped down the stairs, quickly making it down the school. there were five levels in the building she was in, and she needed to get down towards the first or second. she just had to hope that there were vacant and free rooms there.
"if you can get out of school, please get out."
she eyed the zombies on the fourth floor, watching as they were still occupied by the speaker.
"i'll say it again, some students are..."
fuck! keep talking! don't leave! y/n exclaimed mentally, as miss parks voice trailed off. she was only going down the third, and needed to go down two more floors.
"hey everyone, you're okay, right?"
the recording room was on the second floor, so maybe, if the first floor wasn't free, she could head towards that room. she'd have some company with her teacher, and therefore wouldn't feel alone.
"you're not hurt? i don't know..." the teacher sounded like she was crying, as her voice cracked with every sentence. "what's going on in here or how this whole thing happened, but..."
she made it towards the first floor, however, upon seeing the massive rush of zombies, she immediately retreated back to the second floor, hoping that a zombie didn't notice her. but luck wasn't always on her side.
as miss park kept on talking, sae-bom felt a grip on her ankle. turning to check what it was, a zombie had latched onto her ankle, it's mouth near her shin.
with ease and panic, she kicked the zombie's head, running back up towards the second floor, most likely towards the recording room.
"please, let's stay alive an meet again. okay?"
but before the girl could make it to the recording room, the speaker had already cut off. she ended up going towards the first room on her left, which was the opposite side of where the recording room was.
she ran towards the other end of the room, making sure that both doors had been shut tightly. she didn't give herself time to breath, grabbing a couple chairs and desks that would block the doors.
as she was sure that zombies outside wouldn't open the doors, she rested herself against the wall, away from the zombies' sight.
upon resting, shw took her airpods and phone out. placing one on her ear, she pressed on her playlist.
right now, all she needed were two things: music and a cigarette.
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